The past three days have been Hell. I donno what went wrong, everything was fine until I came home to Child protective services, cops, and Cody. Naturally the next day I didn’t feel so good, I was down on myself, and on my situation, I was mad, and didn’t have any place to turn. No way to rid myself of my anger, I didn’t say much, I pretended to be happy. Yesterday was decent until late that night early this morning, I guess what you don’t understand is it kills me that you are hurting, kills me that I can’t help you. Sure we can talk on the phone, and text, but until I can hold you and you can let it all out, and tell me whats really wrong without being afraid of me judging you, you’re not going to be happy. You’re always going to feel this way unless you’re completely honest with yourself, and me.
Hopefully today is better. Hopefully I can see you. Hopefully we can work something out. Hopefully your not mad at me.